"You know me too well," Sally replied when Justin offering more wine, but the minute she said it, she wished she had phrased it differently. "I'm impressed you picked out a Pinot Noir. If I didn't know better, I would assume that you actually paid attention."
There. There it was. Maybe it was being in the kitchen, bustling about from counter to sink. Maybe it was the aromas of the food being diced and chopped around them. Hell, maybe it was the wine. But the smile she had been spending weeks hiding away (except perhaps when she was confessing the inconveniences her family was facing), crept back on her face.
Which was fine until she was faced with the strange differences between this kitchen and the one at home. His icebox purred, his stove was full of knobs and buttons. Behind the pots and pans and cutting boards, were plastic boxes with cords that plugged into the walls. Gadgets and gizmos a plenty. Sally frowned, feeling she never had the upper hand in his world.